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I now stand at barely 20 and I’m already complaining of weird ailments that don’t seem to strike anyone else my age.

So I went to Klinik Ooi on Friday morning to get a second opinion on this whole gastritis crap and after sitting through waiting for my turn with Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle for an hour plus, my favourite Dr. Ooi declared that I have stomach flu combined with some form of gastric, and she didn’t think that the alcohol caused this bloated stomach – it’s probably just an incredible coincidence and incredible bad timing, that my body was already gearing to be sick and that the alcohol probably aggravated it (hmm that sounded contradictory, but I don’t remember too well what she said).

And right before my turn, this dude who looked about the same age as me was in the same room, and the good doctor attended to him first because he had suspected dengue (which she told me loudly, like an educator would say to a trainee doctor, that his arms had dengue rashes and she said something like people always wondered how those rashes looked like, and now I know wtf).

Then at night, I picked up Ding and ate dinner behind my house (I ate porridge again because it seemed like the cleanest food available for my diseased stomach, and I was beginning to feel quite sick of it by then), then went back to my house to lepak for a while waiting for Shawn to come back home (while Ding did his assignment in my room), then set out for Shawn’s place at about 10.20pm.

And we watched How I Met Your Mother Season 1 (Episodes 1 to 8) on the DVD I burned – thought of introducing my favourite comedy TV series of all time to my friends, and they loved it too. :) Despite having watched it on Siew’s iPod in Laos/Thailand, I find myself still laughing at their jokes, and reflected on the strange dynamics of the characters’ friendship that may just happen to us in the future.

Then Heng fetched us to Jess’ house for a while and I had a sudden bout of shortness of breath WTF and drank some water that Jess gave me, then we went again to Tanjung mamak where I bought a packet of Eno (RM1) from the 7-Eleven next door.

Then on Saturday about 6pm Ding picked me up to go to Jon’s house to play a round of DotA, then we ate at Tien Tien Fatt, dropped off Jon at his house ‘cause he didn’t want to join us and we went to Summit’s cinema immediately to try and buy some tickets for Kungfu Panda. We discovered that our desired time was nearly full and we had to sit two rows from the front which doesn’t go down well with me (no way am I going to sit for two hours staring up at the massive screen while massaging my neck every few mins or so), so we went downstairs to McD’s where the rest were there to discuss our next course of action.

The rest being Shawn, Yen, Pam, WH, Andy, and Sarah – Heng joined us later at the cinema grounds.

When we went back up the queue was stupendously long and as expected, tickets for Kungfu Panda sold out wtf. So we ended up paying RM9 each for.. the Superhero Movie WTF. GOOD LORD WHY AM I TRICKED TO WATCH THIS ABOMINATION OF A SHOW.

Since everyone else seemed to have agreed to Shawn’s suggestion, sigh so we went in, lowered my expectations to pit bottom, laughed at the incredibly lame jokes, and came out forgetting half of what I laughed at – because this movie is forgettable like that. (I told Yen that this movie would barely get a brief mention in my blog ‘cause it wasn’t even worth talking about wtf.)

Then we went back to Shawn’s house to do our Japanese homework and watched 21, which was okay and was light years better than what we paid RM9 each to watch earlier. :/

Wai Hong and Sarah left, then the rest of us headed to Tanjung for a bite till about 3.30am.